| We’ve learned the art of keeping secrets better than anyone
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| Woe
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| We’ve become the clashing cymbal in your ear while you say
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| «Woe»
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| Our hearts don’t bleed like they should. |
| Our hands don’t do any good
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| So how can I convince anyone of anything? |
| Like…
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| They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
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| I’m just trying to help you see
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| I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see
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| But we shatter like glass all over their hands
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| And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. |
| We shatter like glass!
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| Our love turns into everything that we like
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| We gather our hate in bundles and still try to say…
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| They bought cheap wine and replaced the tag
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| I’m just trying to help you see
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| I could spend my time perfecting lines, trying to help you see
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| But we shatter like glass all over their hands
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| And they touch their eyes, they touch their eyes. |
| We shatter like glass!
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| We’ve become the white-washed tombs you’ve heard about
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| We are Pharisees, white-washed Pharisees
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| We shatter like glass |